Today’s run felt like I was in slow motion. It was like the dream I have where I’m being chased by bad guys running at normal pace and I run away like I have cemented shoes.
I may have gotten off to a late start and I don’t think I’ve been hydrating myself enough during the week. I ate a banana with a forkful of almond butter. Bananas eaten with a fork taste more like a meal. Another issue was that I felt really thirsty and I didn’t take my water bottle with me because I was carrying my giant iPod Touch (the iPod shuffle wasn’t charged). I stayed dehydrated for the sake of vanity.
I walked a few times for about 30 seconds each time. I don’t know why but I always feel like I’m cheating myself out of a successful workout. I didn’t charge my Garmin and I left the house with only 25% battery life. It died at mile 4 but I know I ran an extra mile because I’ve gone that route before.
never fully charged Garmin
I was planning on having my second breakfast but 10:00 seems too late since lunch is only about 2 hours away. Now I’m sipping on some iced coffee with a scoop of vanilla whey protein. I wouldn’t exactly call it delicious.
I went running on Saturday on whim. No music. No water bottle. Just me and strange desire to run. The next day I signed up for the half marathon. What was I thinking?
Last year, I ran 2 half marathons. Both were in Columbus. The first was the Spirit of Columbus Half…in August. I finished at 2:36 and I almost passed out at the finish line (and in the shower). I trained since April or May but not religiously to the schedule so I think that was a big downfall. The second was the Nationwide Insurance Columbus Half Marathon in October. I finished at 2:26. That was better, if only for the cooler weather. I knocked 10 minutes off my first time. Now I find myself training again. This time by myself as my sister-in-law thinks I’m crazy. This time I swear I’m going to follow the training plan. I’m using the Fitness Magazine 8 week training guide so I am a few weeks ahead of schedule. When I went running on Saturday, I mapped my run after I got home and found out that I only completed a mile and a half. This is going to be a long training but my only goal is to finish….and not poop my pants.
I sweat out enough salt for a batch of soft pretzels.